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It was a giant splash of color in a world of gray...just like she was.

When she was with him it was like rainfall; a time when the world seemed to stop, a time when she felt beautiful. He was thunder; loud ..

I wonder if the bluebird, knows just how brilliant he is. To see his painted blue breast the color of the midday sky, to dream of heavens..

Better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.

Sometimes I feel as if I belong in a novel and not reality. The feel of pages between my fingers almost makes me believe that the characters ..

A perfect paradise, just you and I. All is quiet, except your eyes. They sing of life and love and us; they paint a picture of what..

All quiet in the night, Sneaking away past goodnights. See his glowing eyes a bright. For love, for love, for love… Night&rsq..

Whispers pass between the trees, secrets only nature sees. And maybe all our questions, can be answered by the leaves, the grass, the ..

Crowded hallways, Loud rooms. People talking, Love blooms. Quiet smiles, Sweet laughs, All unnoticed, All surpassed. Small a..

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